(I was working as an usher on the door, directing people to their seats.)

Customer’s Daughter: “We’re lost, Mummy.”

Customer: “I know, how do we get out of here?”

Me: “Can I help you?”

Customer: “Yes, we’re lost.”

Me: “Lost?”

Customer: “Yes, we can’t find our seats.”

Me: “You’re in C12 & 13. That’s the back row, the two seats in the middle.”

Customer: “Oooooh, okay…”

(I watch as she looks for her seat. She stares right at it… then looks over the edge, up to the balcony, and even at the chandelier! She finally settles down in the nook seats at the side that have zero visibility. I worry about our audiences sometimes.)